al, and
they were extraordinarily affected. There is no doubt we could stay here
a week with that one reading, and fill the place every night. Hundreds
of people have been there to-night, under the impression that it would
come off again. It was a most decided and complete success.

Arthur has been imploring me to stop here on the Friday after Limerick,
and read "Little Dombey" again. But I have positively said "No." The
work is too hard. It is not like doing it in one easy room, and always
the same room. With a different place every night, and a different
audience with its own peculiarity every night, it is a tremendous
strain. I was sick of it to-day before I began, then got myself into
wonderful train.

Here follows a dialogue (but it requires imitation), which I had
yesterday morning with a little boy of the house--landlord's son, I
suppose--about Plorn's age. I am sitting on the sofa writing, and find
him sitting beside me.

INIMITABLE. Holloa, old chap.

YOUNG IRELAND. Hal-loo!

INIMITABLE (_in his delightful way_). What a
nice old fellow you are. I am very fond of
little boys.

YOUNG IRELAND. Air yer? Ye'r right.

INIMITABLE. What do you learn, old fellow?

YOUNG IRELAND (_very intent on Inimitable, and
always childish, except in his brogue_). I
lairn wureds of three sillibils, and wureds of
two sillibils, and wureds of one sillibil.

INIMITABLE (_gaily_). Get out, you humbug! You
learn only words of one syllable.

YOUNG IRELAND (_laughs heartily_). You may say
that it is mostly wureds of one sillibil.

INIMITABLE. Can you write?

YOUNG IRELAND. Not yet. Things comes by
deegrays.

INIMITABLE. Can you cipher?

YOUNG IRELAND (_very quickly_). Wha'at's that?

INIMITABLE. Can you make figures?

YOUNG IRELAND. I can make a nought, which is
not asy, being roond.

INIMITABLE. I say, old boy, wasn't it you I saw
on Sunday morning in the hall, in a soldier's
cap? You know--in a soldier's cap?

YOUNG IRELAND (_cogitating deeply_). Was it a
very good cap?

INIMITABLE. Yes.

YOUNG IRELAND. Did it fit unkommon?

INIMITABLE. Yes.

YOUNG IRELAND. Dat was me!

There are two stupid old louts at the room, to show people into their
places, whom J